Jian Ningxuan turned around and glanced up and down with his extremely penetrating gaze.

Anbu spread his hands consciously: "Look, it's intact."

"You were not wearing this dress before you left," he said in a word.

"Well……"

"Let's talk about it when you come in." Jian Ningxuan pulled Anbu into the tent and was about to pour water for her, but he saw a slut in the cup.

The young man sticks it on a transparent plastic cup like an octopus. In the direction of Anbu, a tentacle was raised high and shaking hard in the water.

"Silly." An Bu knew that he had successfully completed the task, and praised, "It's done well."

The little guy turned over and swam happily in the water.

Jian Ningxuan has never understood how they communicate. It seems that there is no racial difference, distance in IQ, and language barriers at all.

He put down the cup in his hand, took another clean cup, and poured Anbu a cup of warm water.

Anbu took the cup and handed him the chip.

"What is this?" Jian Ningxuan wiped the stains on the chip with a tissue, and a look of confusion appeared on his face.

"It may be the truth about Molly's parents' murder." An Bu probably told Jian Ningxuan what she had encountered in the forest and what she thought was, and the fact that she was shot in the primitive tribe was automatically omitted in the middle that she was shot by an arrow in the primitive tribe and led a group of indigenous people to run around the forest.

"So, it is now confirmed that 6 people have been killed. Youtaf and Sheila are temporarily safe. Mo Dongxiao and Dr. McGee are unknown?" Jian Ningxuan said thoughtfully.

Anbu nodded, and recalled the photos from the camera, pointing at Smith and Doyle: "If you check the details of these two people, they must know where Mo Dongxiao and McGee are. Especially this person named Doyle is probably an accomplice."

Jian Ningxuan took a closer look, then took out the camera memory card and properly packed it with the chip.

"Okay." He said seriously, "Now talk about you."

"My business?" Is this a rhythm of asking her to confess and resist strictness?

"You are injured." Jian Ningxuan said with a firm tone.

"No." An Bu looked open-minded, "I can take it off for you!"

Jian Ningxuan was unmoved: "Although you changed your clothes, your shoes were seriously damaged and there were a few blood stains on the upper, which means that you not only exercised vigorously, but also suffered injuries and bleeding."

Anbu: "..." Mr. Jane, when did you become Sherlock Holmes?

Jian Ningxuan stared at her and didn't say anything, waiting for her to confess.

Anbu rubbed against him, pulled his hand and gently placed it on his abdomen: "I've been hurt here."

Jian Ningxuan slowly squatted down, knelt on one knee, hugged her waist, and pressed her face against her abdomen, as if he was healing her.

Anbu felt a warm feeling in his abdomen, and the injured area seemed to have a faint pain, and then he was soothed by a warm current.

The person in his arms had no heartbeat, no pulsation, no breath, no living person should have. Although Jian Ningxuan tried hard to prevent himself from caring, he still felt fear in his heart, as if as long as he closed his eyes, she would never wake up again. He could do nothing, and could only share everything he could feel with her.

"Mr. Jane." Anbu stretched out a finger and poked the top of his head. "If you hold it down, I'm going to get pregnant."

Jian Ningxuan: “…”

"When you give birth to a litter of cats, I will not be the shoveler for you alone."

Jian Ningxuan let go of her, a smile flashed in his eyes, and he looked at her softly. His steps were indeed so energetic.

"By step, promise me one thing."

"What?"

"Don't keep other cats."

“…”

The next day, Jian Ningxuan asked someone to pack up, and left Gagway Forest with Anbu, returned to Prous City, and stayed in a hotel.

In a luxurious suite, Jian Ningxuan opened his notebook and began to read the chip Anbu found.

The files in the chip are set up with password locks, but for him who is good at hacking technology, unlocking is not difficult. After dozens of minutes, the password lock is unbuttoned and folders appear on the screen. The folders are all named with code names and must be opened to know what is inside.

According to the creation time, Jian Ningxuan opened the earliest folder.

"Huh?" Anbu saw the content on the page, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

This folder records the development process of an embryo. Although I can't understand the complex data, the pictures and text descriptions are clear at a glance.

After reading it, Jian Ningxuan and An Bu frowned at the same time.

This was actually a whimsical human experiment conducted by Mo Dongxiao and Yuan Jingyun on themselves. They used their respective knowledge to conceive life in a planned manner, trying to cultivate a child with high IQ. However, things went against their wishes. After the child was born, his genes had serious defects and he had to use drugs to maintain his life. After the age of two, her IQ did not show particularly outstanding performance. The couple was extremely disappointed and originally planned to conduct a second embryo experiment, but unexpectedly found that the child's blood had very special effects. So they changed their research direction.

The research data on blood was recorded in other folders, and the two had not had time to read it. However, what is certain is that the object of their research was their daughter, Molly.

"What do they treat Molly as an experimental subject?" An Bu's impression of the couple suddenly fell to the bottom.

Molly is so cute. Although she does not have the so-called high IQ, she is well-behaved and sensible, and she may not be unable to achieve a career in the future and have a bright future. Mo Dongxiao and his wife only think about their own research and do not treat Molly as their daughter at all.

What was the result? They successfully developed a special medicine, but it caused a murderous disaster and also implicated other innocent people.

If they publish the research results, what should Molly do? Send it to a research institution and serve as a blood supply source for life?

"These information must not be made public to the world." An Bu's tone was firm.

Jian Ningxuan nodded in agreement.

Molly's blood has powerful effects. If it is used well, it can indeed benefit all mankind. But human hearts are unpredictable, and no one can guarantee that he will not harm others for his own selfish desires. The murdered research team members are the best proof.
Chapter completed!